[Partial lie; partial truth. If this is Near, Mello already knows who he is, as he knows Mello. What are names to those who have no intention of using them for power? And oh, if only he could see Mello's expression upon his telling: it's a beautiful story, really.]
[The flailing. That's something Mello wished he could have seen the most. The desperation. The loss. He would have paid to see Kira on his knees. Sobbing. (He hopes.) Begging for the dead.]
[He's silent while the tale is told. Silent enough for anyone to suspect he's disconnected; but then — ]
[He fiddles with the device. Switches to video. What can it hurt, anyway? He's already died. Painfully. The video shows a close-up of his face — scars and all — for he's been leaning in, listening with rapt attention. His eyes are wide with near-excitement and satisfaction. So his death wasn't for nothing. He'd killed Yagami without even being present. Quite the accomplishment, if true.]
N.
[Whether or not Mello truly believes the weight behind that single letter remains to be seen. For both of them.]
Why do you look so fucking old?
[Old, as in older than Mello remembers. He's studying the other's face, the slight differences. The length of his hair, the same, placid look in those eyes that he remembers.]
audio; video: [Private]
[Partial lie; partial truth. If this is Near, Mello already knows who he is, as he knows Mello. What are names to those who have no intention of using them for power? And oh, if only he could see Mello's expression upon his telling: it's a beautiful story, really.]
[The flailing. That's something Mello wished he could have seen the most. The desperation. The loss. He would have paid to see Kira on his knees. Sobbing. (He hopes.) Begging for the dead.]
[He's silent while the tale is told. Silent enough for anyone to suspect he's disconnected; but then — ]
[He fiddles with the device. Switches to video. What can it hurt, anyway? He's already died. Painfully. The video shows a close-up of his face — scars and all — for he's been leaning in, listening with rapt attention. His eyes are wide with near-excitement and satisfaction. So his death wasn't for nothing. He'd killed Yagami without even being present. Quite the accomplishment, if true.]
N.
[Whether or not Mello truly believes the weight behind that single letter remains to be seen. For both of them.]
Why do you look so fucking old?
[Old, as in older than Mello remembers. He's studying the other's face, the slight differences. The length of his hair, the same, placid look in those eyes that he remembers.]